Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and RENT

A.N. 1 Thank you for giving this fic a chance! Thank you very much for those who favorite/alerted this.

Warnings: OOC Characters, grammar and spelling mistakes (I don't have a beta), cursing and sexual themes (This is RENT)

Chapter 5: Foolish Saviour

"Playing the hero now, are we?" The man nearest Harry asked with a smirk to the unknown man who shouted.

"Not really but I suggest you leave the kid alone."

"Or what? You're only one and we're three."

"I'll simply do this," Harry's mysterious saviour said. A clicking sound of something followed by a bright flash of light then began filling the dirty alleyway.

"What the-!" One of Harry's aggressors shouted.

"I took pictures of you lot and if you don't want these to fall in the hands of the cops, you better leave the kid alone. I am good with my camera and I can make it look like you all are sexually assaulting the kid. You know how they treat paedophiles in prison. They beat the shit out of them every single day."

"Why you bastard-!"

And with that, the three seems to have forgotten of Harry's presence and ran towards a bigger fish to fry. When the man wearing a scarf in the middle of summer saw the three advancing on him, he immediately ran as fast as his legs could carry him while shouting, "Run kid and go straight home!"

A few seconds later, Harry found himself standing all alone still processing what had happened.

"Did he just imply that I was being sexually assaulted?" Harry incredulously said to himself. But that train of thought suddenly came to a halt when he remembered the guy who saved him.

Harry couldn't help but worry about the guy. Those three looked like they're out for blood, particularly his saviour's blood. After all, if anything were to happen to his saviour, it would weight down on Harry's conscience. It would be his fault if something were to happen to the guy. If he did not try playing like a hero and save Harry from a beating, the guy would probably be at his very own home right now!

'Oh no! What if they kill the guy? What about the people he would probably leave behind? No. I can't let him suffer because of me!'

Harry then decided to find his saviour and help him in any way he could as payment for saving him. Walking out of the alleyway, Harry started going around not noticing that he is simply going around in circles until he noticed a figure slumped near a dumpster, two blocks from where he is.

Seeing the figure, Harry couldn't help but feel worry for who in their right mind would stay outside would lie down in a dirt filled street.

"Hey are you okay?" Harry whispered thinking that the figure is simply sleeping.

A groan answered him. Going nearer, he noticed that the figure is a man who is filled with bruises as if he just took a beating.

The man suddenly opened his eyes slowly. Harry is about to say something when the man rasped, "I told you to go home kid."

Wait the man covered in bruises is his saviour? Harry felt guilty after seeing the man like that.

"Let me help you sir. It's the least that I could do after you save me," Harry pleaded.

"Just go home kid. You're parents would probably go crazy looking for you about now. I would be if I was your father."

It's highly unusual for someone to care for someone like him without expecting anything in return. Everyone that that Harry had met in his short life always expects something in return. The Dursleys let him stay because they want him to be their house elf. His fellow Hogwarts schoolmates treat him kindly when he is in good light because he is the boy-who-live. His professor's way of treatment of him is mostly because they and mostly if not all expects him to behave in their preconceive notion.

Then there is this stranger who expects nothing of him just like Angel.

"I would rather if I help you going home sir. Please let me help you."

"Mark. My name's Mark. Stop with sir this or that. It feels weird being called sir," the stranger- Mark wheezed while trying to sit up.

"Please si-Mark. I really want to help you. At least let me help you go home then I'll leave."

"You got yourself a deal kid," Mark said after seeing Harry's trunk.

"Where to, si-Mark?"

"About a street away, not really far from here actually."

Harry and his foolish saviour slowly walked in silence. It's not an awkward silence but rather a comforting one. Soon they reached Mark's apartment building.

"Here we are Mark. Do you want me to help you with the door?"

"Yes please. Could you also help me go up the stairs? Mine's at the topmost floor."

"It's quite alright."

A good chunk of half an hour later, the two found themselves in front of Mark's apartment door.

"Do you want to stay and have tea?"

"No. I couldn't possibly. You're hurt Mark! Please rest for the night. I'll take my leave then. Bye Mark. Thank you for saving me."

"Wait kid. Please stay. I insist."

"But-."

"It's the least I can do for helping me kid and besides, what kind of a person am I for making a kid sleep outside in such a dangerous place."

"What do you mean sir?" Harry asked in confusion.

"I mean. You ran away from home right?"

"How did you-?"

"It's obvious with you wandering around looking lost with a trunk to boot." Mark pointed out.

"Kid, just stay even until morning comes. I wouldn't even ask you why you ran away. It's your business."

Before Harry could even make a decision, Mark made it for him.

"Wait, what are you doing with my trunk?" Harry asked while following Mark deep inside the apartment.

"Well now that you're inside, you have no reason to resist. Why don't you go to the second door to the left and sleep kid."

"-Harry."

"Harry?"

"That's my name; it's weird being called kid all the time. Thank you Mark, I promise to never touch anything."

"What an interesting kid. Now what should I tell Roger and Maureen?" Mark muttered to himself as soon as he heard the door of his room shut.